Unconditional - Spobys Story

There's a thing called 'Space.'

This is a long chapter 😂 I tried to fit a lot of awkward Spoby scenes! And yes! They talk a lot this chapter! I hope you like it anyway 💕
- Eva 🙈🌺

Spencer's POV:

I finally got myself back together, and washed out my mouth with tap water. This isn't your fault Spence, I tried to see a different side of it but that just made things worse. I open the door and go back to Ali's room. Well, let's just say that was a huge mistake. There before me is Emily and Ali... passionately  expressing, um... their love for eachother. Immediately, I jump back and shut the door.
" I'll be downstairs if you need me!" I call walking down the stairs. I know I shouldn't bother them so I lay down on Ali's soft couch and shut my eyes. I need a break from thinking. Within a couple of minutes I'm sound asleep, yes, still having the same dreams.

Toby's POV:

I got a text from Alison earlier, saying she has something to tell me and the others, I can't begin to think what it is! As I knock on the DiLaurentis' door, I notice that it's unlocked. I walk in but see no one, until I look down and see a pair of brown ankle high boots. Instantly I recognise them, Spencer? I walk further into the depth of the room, and see a figure laying on the sofa. It is Spencer, I walk closer and watch her sleep for a few minutes. How does she still look beautiful even when she's not awake? Her chocolate brown hair is perfectly sprawled beneath her, her dark lashes curling over her sleeping eyelids. The thing I've always loved most about Spencer are her beauty spots on the side of her face, running up her cheek. It gives her personality. Dreamily, her eyes drift open. She sits bolt upright.
"..."
"..."
"Spencer!? I came to -"
"Are you following me!?" she blurts out, not even giving me the chance to finish my sentence.
"What? No, why on earth would I be following you?" I reply.
Her eyes sharpen, "First the brew, now here. C'mon Toby,"
Why would I be following her! Ugh, I hate the feeling, the tension bouncing back off both of us, placing an imaginary brick wall in between our 'not-so-happy-to-see-you' faces.
"I came for Alison." I finally get around to saying, "You?"
"Same reason. You better not go upstairs, they're, her and Em are... busy."
This is going to be very awkward, just me and Spencer downstairs... alone. After a couple of minutes of giving eachother secret looks, I get up and suggest to leave.
"No, no it's fine." she gets up aswell, "I'll go."
"Spencer, you were here first."
"Yea, but I'll feel bad, like I kicked you out. Anyway I've already spoken to Ali."
Oh, so Alison told her to come, I should have guessed Spence would be one of the others.

Spencer's POV:

Is this actually happening. I want to bring it up so badly, but I just don't know how, so I think it's best I leave. I need to finish the Notebook, or is it 50 first dates? Anyway, as much as I'm upset, I can't being to say how angry I am, I'm just trying to keep this calm, especially because Alison and Em are upstairs, I don't need anyone else to know.
"So, what happened to Alison?" Toby asked. We sat back down as I explained, and then I made my way out.
"Stay, it's fine!" Toby follows.
"I have to go anyway, I - I have somewhere to go."
"I can give you a lift if you-"
"I'll walk."
"Spence it's a long way, I can't let you walk." He goes over to his bike. No. Just my luck, I see Emily coming outside. I run over to her and pull her outside.
"Em will take me!" I look over and Emily scrunches her face.
"Take you where?!" she looks back at me confused.
"Home."
"Spence, I'm sorry I have to visit my Grandparents."
Perfect. First of all, I'm not letting Toby take me home, second of all, not on a motorbike! Oh god I'll have to start hugging him unless I'm willing to die.
"I'll wait for you-" I suggest,
Toby waves his arms, "Just let me take you!"
"No!"
He gets on his bike, "Fine." and with that, he drives off.

Emily's POV:

Why won't Spencer just go with Toby! Does she not get that I'm busy!
"I'm really sorry, I have to go somewhere with my Gran, she lives in the centre of Philly," I walk say walking over to my car, "sorry." I watch her as I get in, she sighs and folds her arms. Ping! Ping! Damn, I'm late! As I drive off, it slowly starts raining, until it absolutely pours!

Spencer's POV:

I wait around in the rain for about ten minutes, waiting for the rain to stop. Finally, I give up. I pull out my phone and dial Toby's number. I have to. When I was in Uni, I remember getting a call from my parents saying that they found a place in Philly which they 'fell on love with.' I thought I was the one meant to be moving out! I look back at my phone and see Toby's picked up.
"Hey," I start.
"Hey... You home yet?"
"Um, about that. Emily couldn't take me, I - I was wondering, if, if you could come."
"Spencer I told you I should've!"
"I know, I'm sorry! I'm just really cold."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
"Thanks..."
"No problem, you can't walk 5 miles I'm the cold. It'll take about an hour. I'm on my my way"
He hangs up. I guess it is kinda sweet how he offered, like he ca- no. No he doesn't. It's just to try and clear things over without me suspecting anything. I can't forget what happened, and around 7 minutes later, Toby pulls up.

Toby's POV:

Okay, she obviously knows, or think she knows. Either way I would never let her walk or stand around in the rain.
"It's raining!"
She looks down, "I know."
"Spence, what's wrong?" Shit, this is just great.
She looks back up at me, "I think we both know."
Do I tell her or not? I'll wait until she confirms it properly so I know what she's talking about.
"No, I don't. But let's go, you look freezing!"

((I'm gonna be really cheesy here, be prepared for the most overused line.....))

"Do you want my jacket?" I say taking it off.
"Uh, I guess, thank you." She reaches out and puts it on. I can't help thinking about when I would come home to see her, she would be sitting on the sofa in my old shirts, which were way to big! She looks so sweet when she wears my stuff! My wardrobe was always empty, because each night she gets a new pair of PJs which she would always take when she visited my place. I help her onto the back of my bike, and eventually she slides her hands round my waist.
"Let's go." I say, speeding down the hill. It feels great her holding me again.